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Tuesday, April 7, 2015

First Chapter & Prologue Reveal - Killer by Clarissa Wild & Giveaway!



Killer
Prequel to Stalker


UNEDITED EXCERPT - Subject to change
COPYRIGHT © CLARISSA WILD. All Rights reserved.


PROLOGUE


Vanessa


Never in my life did I think I would be the prime suspect in my husband’s murder. But looking back at the choices I made, it’s not so strange that people think I’m a killer.
I’m not as innocent as I portray myself. Looks can be deceiving.
However, I won’t go down for this. Not when I don’t deserve it.
I should’ve known it would end up this way. That man … Phoenix Sullivan … The moment I saw that deadly gaze in his eyes, the dark way he looked at me, I knew I was in trouble.
Big trouble.
And something tells me there’s more where that came from.
This game of catch won’t be ending any time soon.


Phoenix


Look at her, in her fancy white dress, with her fake blonde curls, and that sweet, deliciously fake smile. Don’t you just want to fuck that pretentious smile off her face? I do. And I will.
She has no idea what’s coming for her. Or her husband.
You see, I’m not a nice person. When I have my eyes set on something, I do it. In this case, it’s killing the man she’s married to. She probably won’t like it, but that’s not my problem. She’s not my target … and she’d better not turn herself into one.
I’m here with a purpose, and nothing stands between me and my goal. Not even a pretty girl with an ass worth fucking. Nobody stands in my way, and if they do, they die.
Too bad for her I’m like a fucking canon, and when I shoot, shrapnel flies everywhere. If she gets caught in the fire, that’s on her.
When I want something, I’m going to get it, no matter the price. Whether it’s killing someone, or fucking her.
She wants justice, I’ll give her justice … my justice.
I bet she isn’t willing to pay the price.
Too bad for her I always win.



CHAPTER 1


Phoenix


Tonight’s the perfect night to kill.
I can feel it in my veins; that undeniable urge flowing through me on nights like these. Exciting like drugs; the murderous kind.
Clouds prevent the moonlight from bursting through and cover the land in perpetual darkness. There are plenty of lanterns lighting the road ahead, but not the alley I’m headed for. In front of me is a small puddle of water, so I walk past the side to avoid my new leather shoes from getting wet. You see, I just bought these, and I prefer to keep them clean for as long as possible. They will probably lose their shine after tonight’s killings.
Oh well, it’s not like I’ll need these shoes for anything other than entering the party ahead and pretending like I belong. Gotta be fancy enough for the big crowd, because of course, someone in jeans couldn’t be nearly important enough as someone in a suit.
Bunch of fake fuckers. If I could, I’d burn the whole fucking place to the ground with them in it, but I’d rather not end up in jail if I can avoid it. Killing has to be done as inconspicuous as possible, so nobody will know it was me until I’ve already disappeared from sight.
It’s my thing, it’s what I do, or rather what I’ve become. After all these years, I don’t even remember what it was like to not be a murderer. Not that I want to remember; hell, I prefer this life over any other, especially the lives of those people in that party who are about to witness death.
I’ve got to admit, it is a rush. I just love killing, especially when it’s for the right reasons. Those reasons are obviously always to benefit me. Why the fuck else would I murder people if not for my own pleasure? Well, and for the money that sustains me, of course.
What can I say? I’m the scum of the earth, the disgusting vile that creeps in the corners to jump you at night … and I don’t regret being like this for even a second.
I turn into the alley and come face to face with a bulking, barely-fitting-in-his-suit, bodyguard. I cock my head as he frowns at me, probably wondering what I’m doing here.
“Excuse me, you can’t come here,” he says as I walk closer.
I smile. “Why not? This is where the party is.”
He folds his arms, making himself seem larger, but all it does to me is make it more laughable. “This is the rear entrance. If you want access, you have to take the front door. If you have a ticket, that is …”
He doesn’t believe me? Even in my fucking fancy suit? Well, fuck him. I wanted to spare his life, but questioning my slickness isn’t something one can get away with on my watch.
“Oh, I have a ticket, all right,” I say, narrowing my eyes. “How dare you talk to a guest like that.”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” he says, “But I’m not allowed to let anyone pass through this door. You will have to go to the front entrance where they can check your ticket. Sorry.”
Of course they all think I’m not a guest, because let’s face it … I look like a guy you wouldn’t want your daughter to talk to, even if it was in broad daylight in your own fucking home. With my piercings, black hair, and merciless attitude, I usually scare people to death. I have the kind of face you’d see in your nightmares … except, when you see me in real life, you’re really dead.
Like this guy.
“Yeah, yeah … so let me get this straight …” I shuffle around, looking at the floor, distracting him. “You’re basically telling me I can’t walk here, even though this is a public alley, just because this isn’t the ‘correct’ entrance to the party I’m supposed to be attending?”
“I’m only doing my job.”
I look up at him. “So am I.”
In a fraction of a second I’ve grabbed his coat and flip it over his head. I twist around, to his back, and wrap it around his neck. His screams are quickly muffled by the fabric stuffed in his mouth, choking him as I drag him back into the corners of the alley. He claws at the coat, desperate to free himself before time runs out. Stumbling backwards, we fall to the ground, and I wrap my legs around his chest to prevent him from moving. His body fights for survival, his legs thrashing, his hands punching in the air. It’s no use. I will win this fight, as I always do. He’s losing his energy fast, and his muscles are losing their strength. It won’t be long now. With his fingers growing whiter every second, all the blood is rushing to his face, in a last attempt to breath. But it’s already too late; there is no oxygen left and his lungs are shutting down.
His legs stop moving and his hands drop to the floor, the last groan slipping off his tongue like a ghost leaving his body.
Death has made his entry.
It’s done.
I unwrap the coat from his face and crawl out from underneath him. Then I drag his body to the dumpster in the back and put him on the side facing the brick wall. I take his coat off his dead body and swing it around until it’s long and thin, like a rope. Then I tie it around a handle of the dumpster and tightly wrap the other end around his neck. I make sure his body is positioned right and the tension on the coat is just right, so that when the paramedics or police find him they’ll think exactly what I want them to think; that this was a mindless suicide with no further need to investigate.
Hopefully, they won’t find him before morning, when I’m long gone.
Before I leave I fish in his pockets and take out a rather convenient card that will grant me access to the backdoor of the building. Smiling at him, I say, “Sorry, dude. Business is business. No hard feelings.”


***


Vanessa


One look, a simple glance, can change everything.
A nod, narrowing eyes, or a twitch of the lips is all it takes to convey a message that destroys everything.
I should’ve trusted my instincts, should’ve listened to the warning signs. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up, the dread rippling through my veins, telling me this wasn’t right.
Instead, I give my husband the glass, my smile, and a soft pet on the shoulder.
“Here you go, darling,” I say, giving him a peck on the cheeks.
When I turn to look back at the man I exchanged looks with, he’s gone.
My husband laughs and takes the glass from my hand, pulling me from my thoughts. “Vanessa, let me introduce you to Cordelia.”
The woman next to him holds out her hand, her smile full of fakery as she says, “Cordelia, I’m a fan of your husband’s work.”
“Vanessa, lovely to meet you. My husband seems to have many fans at this party.” I laugh and smile like the good wife, pretending not to have noticed the wink she gave him. Her tightly squeezed dress reminds me of my husband’s hand, which was on her ass just seconds ago. I wonder if the squeeze was good enough, or if he’ll find more asses to pat later.
In one go, I chug back my drink.
Everybody looks at me like I’ve gone insane, but I ignore them. I place my glass down on a tray held by a waiter passing by and return with a smile. “So, Cordelia, I’ve heard a lot about you. You’re one of the actresses in my husband’s movies if I’m not mistaken.”
“Yes, our latest movie will be airing in January this year, so I’m quite excited about that.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful. Did you work closely with her?” I ask my husband. “Since you two seem to know each other so well.”
“Ah, yes, well …” My husband chokes on his wine.
“Phillip showed me all around the set. He’s quite a charm,” she says, giggling. “He knows so much about this business, I swear, I feel like a rookie again when I’m around him.”
“Hmm … I can imagine,” I say, smiling again. First name basis already. That went quickly.
Phillip coughs a couple more times, his wine glass shaking so much that it spills and droplets fall to the ground.
“Oh dear, are you all right, Phillip?” Cordelia asks, placing her hand on her chest.
He coughs some more, this time bending over, punching his own chest. I grab the glass from his hand and put it down. “Phillip? Talk to me,” I say.
“I’m … fine,” he mutters, but I can clearly tell he’s not. He’s coughing too much, more than I’ve ever seen him do, and that’s noteworthy, as he’s a fervent smoker.
“Do you need me to help you?” I ask.
“No … no, no, I just need some air.”
I place my hand on his back. “Let’s go outside then.”
“I think it’s better if you took him home,” Cordelia says, swallowing away the lump in her throat. “He seems … ill.”
“Thank you for your concern,” I say. Always so involved. “We’ll be fine.”
“No, she’s right.” Phillip places a hand on mine. “Let’s go home. Seems this wine was a little too much for my body to handle. I’ve had enough drinks for one night.” He laughs, but it’s more pathetic than anything. “Besides, I’ve shown my face and talked to some people. The party will probably go on fine without us.”
“All right, if you’re sure. See you later, Cordelia,” I say, waving back at her while I take my husband outside.
The doors are opened for us as I escort him outside. My husband dismisses all the help the waiters want to give him, much to my dismay. I help him down the stone staircase, which is quite a feat. The more we walk, the more he leans on me, and it’s becoming harder and harder to help him walk. Soon, I’m the one carrying most of his weight.
“What’s happening to you? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” he says, the coughs still increasing in volume. “Just had a little too much, that’s all.” He stumbles across the pavement, almost pulling me down with him. I can barely keep us both on two feet.
“Phillip, this isn’t right, you can’t even walk,” I say, walking him all the way to our car.
“Nothing’s wrong, I’m just a little … tipsy, that’s all.” He fumbles in his pockets, leaning against the car as he takes it out and I open the door to step in.
“No, no, I’m driving,” he says.
“What? No way, you can’t. You’re too intoxicated.”
He frowns. “No, I’m not. Now, step aside and let me drive.”
I make a face. “Must you always be so damn stubborn? Just let me drive. I can bring us home safely.”
“There’s nothing wrong, now move aside, woman.” He shoves me so hard that I have to hold onto the door to stay steady.
Before I have time to protest, he sits down behind the wheel and slams the door shut.
My hands turn into fists as I storm to the other side of the car and mouth some foul words. This man … ugh, the amount of crap I have to put up with is driving me insane.
I open the door and sit my ass down, slamming the door shut behind me. The car starts and he drives off with a hiccup, hitting a stone ridge to the side of the road.
“Watch it!” I say.
“Oh, c’mon,” he says, driving out of the parking lot. “Can you just give me a break?”
“No, this is dangerous, and you know it.”
“I said I’m fine, what more do you want from me, huh?” He starts driving faster.
“Oh, not this again,” I sigh.
“Keep quiet then and let me do my job.”
“Your job is driving?” I jest, as we ride through the city.
He throws me a glance. “Can you just not make it worse? Like, for one fucking second in my life, can you just not annoy the ever-loving shit out of me?”
The car is going faster and faster, even when a traffic light is eminent.
“Philip, stop.”
“No, you stop.”
“No, I mean, the lights!” I yell.
Too late, he’s already rushing straight through while it was red. I put my hands in front of my eyes so I won’t see the impending disaster. My heart is racing, my breathing is ragged, and when I open my eyes again nothing has happened. Phillip is still sitting next to me, his breathing loud and his veins bulging through his skin, his face red with rage.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I scream.
“Nothing, you’re what’s wrong with me!” he yells back.
“You just drove straight through a red light. Are you insane?”
“If I am, it’s your fucking fault for always getting on my back,” he hisses.
“And this is payback? Scaring me? How dare you,” I say. “Stop this car.”
“No.”
We’re nearing the highway, and I don’t want this to get worse. I need to get out. “Phillip, stop this car. Right. Now.”
“No,” he repeats, fuming.
“Let me out!” I scream.
“We’re not doing this. Not now,” he says, grinding his teeth.
I look around, but all I see are roads and other cars, no grass in sight to even remotely think of jumping out, even though that’s a ridiculous idea. But when you’re afraid, stupid things go through your head. I hate danger.
Shit, we’re already driving on the highway. It’s too late.
“What are you doing?” I ask. “Get off the highway!”
“I’m getting us home. Now will you shut up already?” he yells. “You’re driving me crazy with your constant whining.”
The yelling causes him to cough so hard, the car is swaying.
“Be careful,” I say, sweating like crazy.
“Shut up! Just shut up, all right? If you can shut your mouth for like ten minutes, we’ll get home safely, and I’ll be rid of this nasty cough,” he growls, still coughing.
“Fine,” I say, and I turn my head to look out the window.
The lights pass by quicker with every mile we drive, cars shooting by as if they were never even there. I try to focus on my breathing, trying to calm myself down so I can think of a rational solution to this problem. The problem being his cough and incredibly bad temper. I try to ignore the fact that the car is still speeding up and that his cough still has not subsided, even though he said it would when we’d stop talking. After a few minutes, the swaying becomes so bad, I turn my head to see if I can help.
What I see makes my heart stop.
Phillip’s eyes open and close.
His body is limp.
His hands aren’t on the steering wheel.
And the car has already veered from one lane into the other.
“No!” I squeal, grasping the wheel with all I have, trying to straighten it in time.
But the car is already too skewed, and when I turn, it starts to spin.
The backside slips to the left, crashing into the guardrail. Another car hits ours so hard it catapults us into the air.
At this moment in time, my body is bumping into my seat and into the window, my head exploding in pain. My vision becomes blurry as the car cartwheels across the road. I swing from left to right, up and down, as the belt proves to be of little use to protect me. My hands clamp around my face in an attempt to protect myself as the car flips again and again.
When the car comes to a stop, I’m hanging from the top, gravity pulling on my body. My lungs are about to burst from the air locked inside. For a moment, my mind leaves my body, and I fade in and out of consciousness. Blood trickles down my nose, keeping me awake. My hands feel numb and my feet are swollen, but somewhere inside me, I find the courage to move.
I lift the belt and unbuckle myself. My body drops to the hard roof, which is now the floor, crushing my ribs. I howl in pain, but stop when I can’t breathe. I blink to clear my view and look around. Phillip hangs next to me, his body lifeless and limp. And then I notice the smoke.
“Phillip,” I whisper. “Phillip, wake up.” My throat burns and my muscles ache as I attempt to free him. However, a flicker of fire is enough to make me stop in my tracks. Flames are eating up the car, and by the time I slide out of the car, they have swallowed the metal.
I crawl further away, hoping to get on my feet and run to Phillip’s side so I can drag him out myself, but when I try to stand my legs won’t budge. Cars around us stop as I fight to get away from the car. The fuel entering my nostrils is the adrenaline that pushes me to keep going.
When I turn my head to look at the car, flames have engulfed it.
My ears are ringing, my eyes tearing up from the pain.
My husband is in there, and despite my efforts, I can’t make it back in time.
He’s burning alive.
“No!” I yell, but then cough because I can’t bear the pain. It’s so hot, and everything hurts.
As I look around, someone comes toward me. One of the people from the cars that stopped. My vision is getting blurry again, and my strength is fading fast. Even though I try to lift my arms, they don’t listen to me, and I lie lifelessly on the cold asphalt, waiting for the ordeal to end.
Feet come closer until they stop in front of me. I pour my last ounce of strength into gazing up into the eyes of the one who will pull me out of here.
He’s none other than the man I saw at the party.
But his eyes show no mercy.


Killer -- Coming May 26th, 2015 (in the Summer Fire Boxed Set)
Separate publication: June, 2015.

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About the author

Clarissa Wild is the USA Today Bestselling author of FIERCE, a college romance series, but she's best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire's Bet series, the Doing It Series and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.

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Saturday, March 28, 2015

Killer - Clarissa Wild - Cover Reveal & giveaway!!!!


Title: Killer (Prequel to Stalker)
Author: Clarissa Wild
Publication Date: May 26th, 2015 (in the Summer Fire Boxed Set)
Genre: Dark Romance (18+)
Goodreads:  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/24920177-killer



This is a prequel to the Dark Romance Standalone STALKER.

Some secrets are meant to stay hidden …

Secrets could kill you. My husband is the prime example.
I’m a trophy wife. Someone’s prized possession, just there to be pretty. My dreams were pushed aside for his. Until one fateful night, one chance encounter, all his dirty secrets were exposed.
And then my supposed husband is killed.
I should be sad, but all I feel is anger. My husband is a lying, cheating bastard. And if that isn’t bad enough, I’m now the prime suspect for his murder.
Only his brother believes I'm innocent, and in his support, I find relief. However, I will find the real killer and bring him to justice ... before he tries to end my life too.


WARNING: This book contains very disturbing situations, strong language, drugs and alcohol, and graphic violence.


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Clarissa Wild is the USA Today Bestselling author of FIERCE, a college romance series, but she's best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire's Bet series, the Doing It Series and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.

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Thursday, March 26, 2015

Killer - Unedited Excerpt & Teaser Reveal - Clarissa Wild




Killer
Prequel to Stalker


UNEDITED EXCERPT - Subject to change
COPYRIGHT © CLARISSA WILD. All Rights reserved.

Don’t mess with a scorned wife. She’ll return the inflicted pain times thousand.
On the outside I seem calm, charming, even, but on the inside I’m boiling, ready for revenge. In my pretty dress and high heels, adorning the arm of a rich man who brings whores to his home, I join the party of equally slimy people. All for the sake of reputation. That’s all that matters in a world where money is power.
But I won’t sit by and let this man waltz all over my feelings.
If he doesn’t care, I will make him care.
When the small talk is over, I excuse myself and go for a walk to the bar. I need a drink before I figure out how I’m going to get what I want. The kind of guy that’s a stranger to everyone, elusive, but filled with unknown desires… a guy who’s dangerous. Slick, combed black hair with the sides trimmed short, black gauges in his ears, a barbell in his left eyebrow and right underneath his lip, and tattoos running from his hands all the way up to his body. Trouble and lust, a delicious and deadly combination. Just the kind that I should avoid like the plague, but need like my life depends on it. The kind that makes even the coldest of hearts catch fire.
The kind that’s standing next to me right now.
I can’t believe this man is here, out of all places to be. It’s like a dream come true right now. A deviously bad, but oh so good dream.
He’s playing with his wallet, and a name is engraved into the leather: Phoenix Sullivan. Well, isn’t that nice.
He tucks it back into his pocket in no time. With a quick glance at the mirror hanging from the wall I check how I look, if my fake blonde curls still look good and if my red lipstick isn’t smudged. Then I turn my attention toward the handsome man standing just a few inches away.
As I step closer, his eyes zoom in on me like a hawk zooming in on prey. That focus alone gives me fever.
“Hey stranger,” I say, chuckling a bit.
“Hello.” He picks up a glass of champagne from the table.
“So, what brought you to this party?” I ask, putting up my flirty voice.
“I’m here to fulfill a job for a client.” He takes a sip from his drink.
“Oh, really? And what kind of a job might that be?”
He looks me straight in the eyes, his face unmoving, chilling me to the bone. “Confidential.”
“Oh … exciting,” I joke, touching his arm.
Just that one touch is enough to tell he’s buffed. His muscles bulge through his black vest, and I can’t imagine what else is hiding underneath that slick outfit.
“Not really,” he says. “But it must be done.” He takes another sip.
“Hmm … such dedication. I like it.”
“Is there anything you required, Miss?” he suddenly asks, flashing me a quick smile that sets my body on fire.
“Just your time,” I answer, smiling cheekily. “And maybe more. Why? Are you afraid I’ll steal the attention away from your job?”
“No.” He checks his watch. “I still have plenty of time left.”
I step a little closer and lean forward. “Then why not spend some time with me?”
His brows furrow and the left side of his lip curls up for a second. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but are you hitting on me?”
“Is that a crime?” I murmur, licking my lips.
His eyes are half-mast now. “That depends on what you consider a crime. You have a husband, don’t you?”
“Yes, so?” I raise an eyebrow.
He cocks his head, a smile slowly building on his face. “What did you have in mind?”
I lean in and whisper into his ear, “You. Me. That room in the back of that obscure hallway.”
When I arch my back and look out into the room, I can clearly spot Phillip watching me. I don’t give a damn what he thinks. I’m going for it. I actually want him to see what I’m about to do.
Phoenix turns to me. His eyes are narrowed, and his tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip. Then he brings the glass to his mouth and chugs down all the remaining champagne.
No words come from his mouth. Instead, he puts down the glass and checks the room before grabbing my hand and dragging me down the hallway to that one room I mentioned. With one last glance to see if anyone’s following us, he opens the door, pulls us both inside, and slams it shut, closing the lock.
“You seduced the wrong man, lady,” he says.
When he steps closer I take a step back, taunting him to come and get me. Only one step and I’m out of space to flee. This is just a small place they use to store tables and chairs for parties. I picked it exactly because it’s obscure and can be locked from the inside. This isn’t the first time I’ve been to a party at this venue. Nor is this my first rodeo.
“Why’s that?” I ask.
“You know exactly why. It’s the reason you picked me as your target in the first place. Women like you are all the same.” He pushes aside a table to come near me.
“Oh? So you have experience with this? Tell me more,” I retort.
“Plenty, but there’s always room to add one more,” he growls.
When he’s in front of me, he places his hands on the table behind me and corners me. “Are you afraid?”
He leans forward, his face inches away from mine as if he’s gauging how I’ll react.
I shake my head.
“You should be,” he whispers.
“Yes,” I whimper when his lips come so close I can feel his hot breath on my skin.
“My jobs are the kind that get people killed. You come looking for love from the devil himself,” he whispers, chuckling. “Why?”
His lips are inches away from mine, and I arch to meet his mouth, but he won’t let me kiss him. “I need it,” I say.
“Are you that desperate?” he asks.
I make a face. “Are you trying to persuade me not to do this or something?”
“I’m trying to save you your marriage,” he says, frowning. “And your safety.”
“I don’t care,” I say, closing my eyes.
“You just want me to take you,” he says. “Like a needy housewife.”
“Yes,” I say, trying not to sound pathetic. I just threw all of my morals out of the window. Do I care? Not even a little bit. Anything for the sake of vengeance.
“All right. I’ll fuck you, Missy. I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight.”
“Fuck yes …” I mutter.
He smashes his lips onto mine before I can say anything else.
His lips are ruthless, overtaking my mouth like he wants to devour me whole. He isn’t gentle or sweet. He just takes what he wants, kissing me full on the lips with raw excitement. His tongue swipes over my mouth, probing so I open my mouth and let him in. I’m blown away by his neediness, his demanding kisses as he swoops me off the floor and places me on the table. I moan into his mouth as he grabs my arms and forces his mouth onto mine. I can hardly breathe.
He groans. “You wanted this, so now I’ll take what I want the way I want it.”


Killer -- Coming May 26th, 2015 (in the Summer Fire Boxed Set)
Separate publication: June, 2015.

Preorder now:

Amazon|Barnes&Noble|iBooks|Kobo



About the author

Clarissa Wild is the USA Today Bestselling author of FIERCE, a college romance series, but she's best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire's Bet series, the Doing It Series and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.

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Thursday, March 12, 2015

Release Blitz - Possessed Part 1 by Coco Cadence




Title: Possessed: Part 1
Author: Coco Cadence
Pages: 112
Release Day: March 12, 2015

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Synopsis:
My boss is an asshole.
I’d take off my heels and throw them at his face if they weren’t so expensive.

Why? Because my boss, the sexy, billionaire bad boy Leo King, wants me to be his wife.

That’s right. His wife. Except, it isn’t real. It’s all pretend so his family believes it, and I’m supposed to go along with it.

Asshole doesn’t even begin to describe him, and it’s only going to get worse. Especially because his cocky attitude and sudden interest in my private life make it difficult to concentrate on something other than his sexual innuendos. I always do what he wants, and we both know it. It’s not like I have a choice. Agree or get fired.

I’m going to need a drink … Or twenty.

The first part of Possessed, a three-part series from Coco Cadence. Note: This ends in a cliffhanger. 




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“C’mon in. I want to see what you bought,” he says, winking.

I lick my lips, suddenly very aware of this dress plastered around my curvy body. Gathering some courage, I step further inside. His eyes skim me, starting at the bottom all the way to the top, slowly taking me in. He’s taking his time sucking up this image of me, which makes me wonder what in the hell is going through his head.

“Is it any good?” I ask, focusing on the dress instead of his eyes eye-fucking me.

“Oh …” he grunts. He seriously grunts. “Yes.”

I stare at him with raised eyebrows, not able to utter a single word.

“Close the door behind you,” he says.

I do as he says, but then when I turn my head back to him, he’s right in front of me. Instinctively, I take a step back, but I’m already against the door, and there’s no way out.

“It’s more than just ‘good’ …” he murmurs, licking his lips.

Oh Jesus, why did I look at his lips?

“You look like someone who should have dressed like this way long ago.”

My lips quiver. They never quiver. Goddammit, Sam, get your act together!

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” I say, swallowing away the lump in my throat.

He keeps inching closer. I keep trying to push further back into this door, but unfortunately, it’s not made of rubber.

His voice turns raw, laden with testosterone. “It means I think you look … sexy.”

Oh my god, I think I just died.

“Don’t look so surprised.” A smirk appears on his face. “Just because I’m an asshole, doesn’t mean I’m not a man.”

“I never thought you’d–”

“What? That I could ever think a woman like you is sexy?”

“I didn’t say that …”

“No, just you. I know what you’re thinking.” He takes a pluck of my hair and tucks it behind my ear. It feels like I’m dreaming, and I’m almost tempted to pinch my arm just to prove to myself that I am.

“Contrary to what you may think of me, you know nothing about my tastes,” he muses. “And my taste right now is you.”

My lips part. “W-What?”

“Oh, it’s purely for professional reasons, Miss Webber. If we’re to make a convincing couple, we’d have to kiss some time.”



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Coco Cadence is an erotic romance writer, who loves cocky heroes and smartass heroines. She adores happy ever after’s as much as her fans do, and she will never stop writing them. In her free time she enjoys reading a good book, playing with her cute dogs, and spending quality time with her soon-to-be husband, but you can always find her drifting off into her mind to think of new stories.

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Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Release Blitz - Scorch (Delirious book 3) by Clarissa Wild - Dark Erotic Romance suspense thriller

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Title: SCORCH (Delirious, #3)
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Dark Erotic Romance
Release Date: March 3, 2015

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Blurb

Sweet revenge keeps her alive … and drives her to kill. 
I am the forgotten one, the girl who was left for dead. In this mental hospital I call prison I plot my revenge. 
I remember everything. 
Their faces. Their touch. Even their smell. 
What they did to me was beyond cruel. I’m going to return the favor. In here I survive by using someone just as they used me. One of them wants to claim me as his own. A man without mercy, without a conscience, craving the wickedness inside me. But I won’t be a puppet for his desires. I will play his strings like a puppeteer and use him to escape.
And when I do … I will kill them all. 

This is Ashley's story and the final book in the Delirious Series. This is a full-length novel. These books should be read in order. 
WARNING: This book contains very disturbing situations, strong language, dubious consent, and graphic violence.

SCORCH (Delirious, #3)

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Excerpt

I stomp on his balls so hard he squeals like a pig. “Aw.” I laugh out loud. “Look at you, screaming like a little girl.” 
“Please, stop. Don’t do this,” he grunts, heaving. 
“Why would I? You never did.” I lean in, grab him by the hair, and pull back. “All you fuckers are the same, thinking you can get away with stealing someone’s innocence.” 
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he sputters over and over again. 
“You should have thought of that before you jingled your balls, dude.” 
“I can’t change the past, but I am sorry. I’m so sorry …” he whimpers. 
“Stop. You’re pathetic, but it won’t make me go easy on you. So just stop the crying. It doesn’t work on me.”
“Please.” Suddenly, he grabs my hand. “I’ll do anything. It doesn’t have to be like this. I can change it all.”
I jerk my hand free. “No, you can’t. It’s too late for any of that.”
I grab my bag and start rummaging through it, but he tries to scramble up and leave. As I finally find what I’m looking for, a pair of cuffs and a stapler, I walk toward him and kick him in the back. I hear something snap, and a god-awful sound explodes from his mouth. He falls to the ground with a flop, screaming his lungs out.
“Whoops.” I laugh. “I guess you don’t like Brokeback Mountain. The mountain being me, in this case. Television ain’t all that, now is it?”
He cries out as I haul him back to the couch and cuff him to the heater. His hand is so close he screams even more.
“Burn, motherfucker,” I say, chuckling to myself.
“Please!” he begs.
“Please, end your life quicker?” I ask, leaning in with raised brows.
He nods quickly, trembling in place.
I shake my head. “No.”
“Yes,” he pleads.
“No.” I frown. “But I guess you don’t understand that word, now do you?”
He shakes his head even more so.
I shrug. “Oh well, it’s time for you to learn what it means when you don’t listen and use someone for your own pleasure.”
I place the stapler on the table and search through my bag until I find a pair of scissors, which are so sharp the blade cuts me when I reach for it. His eyes almost bulge out of his head as he sees me grab all these tools. I smile at him, fascinated by the decline of his sanity. Or mine. I’m not sure. Delirious Series
SEEK (Delirious, #0.5)

SNARE (Delirious, #1)

SEIZE (Delirious, #2)

SCORCH (Delirious, #3)

About the Author

Clarissa 

Clarissa Wild is the USA Today Bestselling author of FIERCE, a college romance series, but she's best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire's Bet series, the Doing It Series and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals. 

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Sunday, March 1, 2015

Sale! Fierce Series - Boxed Set (New Adult Romance with hot alpha male)


The Fierce Series is on Sale for only 99 cents!!! This is for a VERY LIMITED TIME ONLY! Grab your cheap copy now before this deal ends:

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From USA TODAY Bestselling Author Clarissa Wild comes the highly anticipated Boxed Set of the bestselling Fierce Series, a New Adult College Romance! 
Over 1000 pages of hot, alpha male! 
ON SALE FOR A LIMITED TIME! 
***Enjoy reading the complete Autumn & Hunter arc in the Fierce series with these four complete books in one volume!*** 
If you'd like to sample this series, the first book, FIGHT, is available for free! 

"I really loved the complexity of Hunter's character and the development of his feelings for Autumn. His passion for her came through so strongly. His number one characteristic is his furious love and protectiveness for both Autumn and his brother, Jessie. It was wonderful to see those relationships through his eyes. I loved Fury and hope there is much more from Hunter and Autumn." -- Red Cheeks Reads Book Blog 

"I fell in love with Hunter and Autumn's undying love they have for one another is the kind of love you want for your own." -- Elaine's Love of Books 

"The chemistry between Autumn and Hunter was amazing and so intense it will draw you into the story and keeps you interested in finding out what happens next." -- B. Maddox. 

~FIGHT 

Mocked. Scolded. Smeared. Betrayed. 

Teased and bullied her whole life, nerd girl Autumn Blakewood is withdrawing more and more. Nobody can protect her from her malicious classmates who seem set on destroying what’s left of her heart. However, devastating news now also rips her family apart. It’s up to her to pick up the pieces of her life and find a way to fix everything. Will she find the courage to fight? 

~FIERCE 

Fight for your dreams. Fight for your life. Fight for love. 

Nerdy girl Autumn Blakewood is the prime example of a goody two-shoes. She studies every night, is never late for class, and always follows the rules. She has never felt the need to step out of her comfort zone. That is, until she meets Hunter. 

Hunter Bane is a cocky, confident bad-boy, who's nothing but trouble. He's a dangerous distraction to everyone around him. Sexy and strong, Hunter enjoys the swooning effect he has on women. Especially those who aren't used to attention, like Autumn. 

Autumn finds it hard not to give into Hunter's advances, even though it all seems like a game to him. Trying to understand him is impossible, because he shrouds himself in mystery. 
What she doesn't know is that Hunter has more baggage than anyone should have to carry. When she discovers he's in an illegal frat club to save the one person that matters to him, Autumn realizes this could mean the end of her undeniable connection to him. Even their lives are at risk. 
But it's too late to turn back now ... 

~FURY 

Would you risk everything for love? 

Cocky, fighter Hunter Bane is falling for the charms of geeky Autumn Blakewood, but when his brother is caught dealing drugs and sent to prison, Hunter’s world shatters. To save his brother, Hunter has to join the gang he’s feared his entire life. Now he’s forced to choose between his family and the one girl he loves. Fighting for both, his fury is all he needs… 

~FLAME 

When trust is challenged and desire takes control, is love enough to conquer fear? 

Geeky girl Autumn Blakewood fell for the cocky, confident fighter Hunter Bane. They're complete opposites and secrets threaten to destroy them. Unforseen circumstances spiral out of control and difficult choices must be made. Their sexy love is flaming hot, burning away all inhibitions. However, when past and present collide, can Autumn and Hunter’s love survive the ultimate test?




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